Here's a little poem I wrote.11 May 2021 03:37
The story of BMN is an African one.
It's like the roll of thunder on a hot South African highveld afternoon. On cue the trees start twitching, and the wind starts strafing the grass. As the horizon falls into shadow, rolls of thunder dance staccato with the crackling lightning.
In anticipation you start counting the seconds between blinding flash and deafening boom. Then the raindrops fall, and a heavenly tsunami is unleashed.
Blue-gums are whipped into savage frenzy. Flash floods carry away the road. Everything is quiet, or eventually drowned out by the torrential river .
The rains have arrived.
#nodoubt